Tuesday, 3 May 2011


I could rage like an ocean misplaced
And send storms your way,
Clobbering everything in my path to dust.
I could send out messages
Of winter trains,
Stories of faith and trust.
In all hard fact, I could even
Enchain you and hold you tight,
So tight that you can’t breathe.

I may wait, miserable and cold,
Like a mutt in the rain,
And wait for you to see me.
I may leave passing notes and tears astray.
I may, however small,
Even send out a prayer each day.

I would want different stars for me.
But as you lie in my arms and gaze
Into her eyes,
I’d still lose…